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Sam

I threw the lighter into the bones of Julia Wenrideo and her bones erupted into flames. The ghost of Julia reappeared a few feet away and exploded into flames as well. Boling hot air blew towards me, warming me in the cold weather. I didn't care about being warmed up though, I only cared about my injured brother. I rushed towards the tree he had been pushed against.

Julia's ghost had snuck up on us when we were about to burn the bones. We knew that she had died in this very graveyard and she haunted and killed people in it. We were even watching out for her, prepared for when she would strike. I guess we weren't prepared enough. Julia had taken her knife, stabbed Dean in the stomach and knocked him against the tree. I had called out to him, but he had been knocked unconscious or… I tried not to think of that when my determination to burn Julia quickly rose and I quickly prepared the bones for burning.

When I reached Dean's side, I immediately pulled the knife from him and threw it aside. My brother didn't look good. He was sickly pale and bloody was rapidly oozing from his stomach wound. The wound had been closer to his heart and worse than I had though. I desperately checked Dean for a pulse; there barely was one. It was incredibly slow and dull. I didn't know if I would be able to get him to the hospital on time. I was suddenly terrified of losing my brother. I never wanted to feel the pain of Dean dying again.

Shut up, Sam. I told myself. He's not dead yet. You can still save him. Dean's tough enough to survive this.

I pulled out my cell phone and quickly turned it on. I dialled the number 9, but before I could hit anything else, there was a swooping noise, then the phone was flung out of my hands. I looked to the source of the swooping and saw a man standing close by.

"Sam. We need to talk." He said, in a serious, monotone voice.

I was about to dive over to grab my phone and call the ambulance, when I remembered what species spoke like that.

"You're an angel." I stated, positive that it was true. I stood up and took a cautious couple steps towards my phone. I leaned down to pick it up but before my hands wrapped around it, it flew into the angel's hand.

I focused on him. He had short, spiky, dirty blonde hair and had bright, sea green eyes. He was wearing a business suit that resembled one of the ones Dean and I wore when we impersonated the FBI. He wore a trench coat over that, like Castiel's except black. He had a serious facial expression, but his eyes had a happy, entertained looked in them, which made me suspicious of what he wanted.

"Give me my phone back." I demanded, holding my hand out.

A evil smile slid across his face that I thought would have better fitted a demon than an angel. "So you can call ambulance for your poor older brother who's standing at death's doors? Did it occur to you that I'm an angel and have the ability to heal?"

That actually had crossed somewhere at the back of my mind. I didn't bother to ask the angel for anything though, because it seemed pretty obvious that he hadn't come here to help Dean. He wanted something else but I didn't know what.

"Look, if you're offering to heal him, go ahead and do it right now. If not, give me my phone back and we can talk after." I said, angrily. I was too concerned about my brother to care about what he wanted. I could worry and wonder about that after Dean was okay.

"Gone." He randomly stated, his evil smile growing.

My heart fell. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I had an awful feeling. "Gone?"

"You're brother. He just died a moment ago." The angel told me.

I turned back around to my brother and knelt next to him. I tried to find a pulse, but he didn't have one. It was true, Dean was dead. How many times did this have to happen? I felt tears forming in my eyes and a couple of them slipped down my cheeks.

"Dean." I said, shaking him. "You can't die now! Not like this."

I had almost forgotten about the angel, when he regained my attention by speaking. "It doesn't have to be like this."

I turned my head around to stare at the man. "What?"

"It's not too late for me to heal him. To… bring him back." The angel answered.

I stared at him in shock and my tears stopped falling. "And you're just going to bring him back out of the goodness of your heart?"

"No." He replied, shaking his head. "But I will for a price."

"What, my soul?" I asked.

"No, of course not. I don't go around taking people's souls like a petty crossroads demon. But Sam, if you participate in a sort of… experiment of mine, then I'll bring him back." The angel explained.

I probably should have asked him what type of experiment it was, but I realized whatever it was, I would still do it to save Dean. So I didn't bother asking. "Okay, I'll do it."

The angel looked pretty surprised. "You're agreeing that easily? You're not even going to ask what type of experiment it is?"

I sighed. "What's the experiment?"

I knew I wasn't going to like the answer.

"I've created a dimension, that I am calling a "paradise". I would like humans to inhabit this place. This way, I would have a beautiful land of my own to rule over as a "god". The problem is one must agree to be sent there. It was kind of the price of making this, and I'm afraid I don't even know why that is. Anyway, if you go to this paradise and give me your feedback on it, I'll heal Dean." He answered.

This whole paradise thing seemed almost typical of an angel to do, but it wasn't too awful of a price. I had a bad feeling that I was being let off easy. "That's it?"

"That's it." He assured me.

"Heal Dean for me to see and I'll go."

I was silence for a moment, and then the angel gave a nod. "Okay."

He walked over to Dean and touched his forehead. My brother immediately regained his colour. I checked for a pulse and found it had returned and was starting to become a steady, normal beat. I was so relieved I didn't even worry about this paradise thing the angel was going to make me do.

"Now, are you ready to be sent to paradise Sammy?" The angel asked.

"Don't call me Sammy."

"Okay Sam. But a deal's a deal. Have fun in paradise." He said, touching my forehead.

There was a couple seconds I was in complete darkness. A literal space of complete and utter darkness. It was like a dimension of sadness, hopelessness and loneliness. That pretty much describes the dark. A lot of thoughts were rushing through my head as I was there.

One: I was in complete relief that my brother was fine.

Two: Dean was going to freak out when he regains consciousness and finds I'm gone. That made me feel a bit guilty, but not regretful at all.

Three: There must be more to this "paradise" thing then the angel had let on. This paradise experiment couldn't be as easygoing as he made it seem like it would be.

Four:I stupidly didn't bother asking how long I would be stuck in this dimension. It could be hours, days, weeks or even for the rest of my life. Dean wouldn't be happy if it were to be the last one.

I disappeared from the black world.

-SUPERNATURAL-

I woke up to the smell of grass and flowers. I was lying on something soft and comfortable. I sat up and found that it was grass and I was sitting in a pretty meadow. The air was very clean and fresh.

Despite the nice area, I had a horrible feeling. To begin with, I didn't remember going to sleep or why I was in this area.

I looked around the beautiful meadow and saw a butterfly settle down on top of a large flower. That seemed very peaceful and normal, which made everything around here feeling even more weird. I was starting to get worried when I discovered something else that seemed to have changed about me.

Sure, I didn't remember going to sleep or why I was in the area.

But I also didn't remember what I'd done last month, or the names of my grandparents.

Worse, I didn't remember what I did a couple hours ago and know the names of the closest people to me. Which made me feel very strange since I knew there was a name I needed to place but couldn't think of.

The worst thing was that I didn't know who I was. I didn't know my name or really anything about myself.

All I did know was that I was in paradise and I should be enjoying myself. I should be exploring the area and discovering the probably amazing things about this place.

I should be doing that, but I knew if I did it I would feel wrong. It wasn't right to enjoy myself. As weird as it seemed, I needed to get out of this paradise.